Under no circumstances should you listen to this song, ever! You will be at work and find yourself singing it. You will be sitting on your couch and you will find yourself singing it. You will be trying to sleep and you will find yourself singing it. You will wake up and you will still be singing it and that is the worst time of all.

Under no circumstances should you listen to this song, ever! You will be at work and find yourself singing it. You will be sitting on your couch and you will find yourself singing it. You will be trying to sleep and you will find yourself singing it. You will wake up and you will still be singing it and that is the worst time of all.

So I repeat: DO NOT LISTEN TO THIS SONG!!!!!

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I've had the same phenomena happen to me. That hid.e.ous. song has gotten stuck in my head more than once. I mean, it's like it's so bad I once had to listen to it all the way through just to get how bad it really is and end up baffled how any entity could come up with something that awful. It's mind boggling. It's more like "Thanks For Making Me Barf All Over The Floor".

This firmly disproves past lives and that silly "whole track" idea. Most songwriters and producers only have The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Aretha Franklin, Otis Redding and others to get melodic ideas from, and to develop their own sound. But if this dude is claiming he's had 4 quadrillion years, and came up with this crap? You just have to call bullshit on him, even if it's just based on this music.

This firmly disproves past lives and that silly "whole track" idea. Most songwriters and producers only have The Beatles, Bob Dylan, Aretha Franklin, Otis Redding and others to get melodic ideas from, and to develop their own sound. But if this dude is claiming he's had 4 quadrillion years, and came up with this crap? You just have to call bullshit on him, even if it's just based on this music.

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My auditing in Scientology started at the big blue Scientology complex in Los Angeles, the complex that used to be Cedars of Lebanon Hospital before Scientology bought it. . This was back in 1976. At that time I had been in Scientology for less than four months and I didn't like it. So I told a guy named Wayne Marple that I wanted to leave Scientology and the Sea Org. Wayne was a member of the Commodore's Messenger Org, or CMO, which meant it was like talking directly to LRH himself when you talked to Wayne. I was only twenty-two, and I sure didn't know anything about how the CMO or the Sea Org worked.
Now you have to understand that what I didn't know at the time was this: Wayne Marple was in charge of renovating the entire complex of buildings that Scientology had just purchased for cash. He needed a huge construction crew, and he wasn't about to let anyone go once he had his hands on them. That included me.
Within minutes of my announcement, I was hauled away by no less than five Sea Org guys, all RPFers, who locked me in a room. They told me the only way I would be allowed to leave Scientology or the Sea Org was via the Rehabilitation Project Force - the RPF. I thought this was a joke. There was no way I could be held prisoner by these people I hardly knew. My first thought was to escape and run to the police. But I couldn't get away. I was physically hauled off to the RPF and there was nothing I could do. I was a little skinny kid back then. These were big, strong, crazy guys who took me away and I was scared of them.
As the days and weeks went by I came to feel there was no escape for me. I was under guard day and night, locked in a room on the seventh floor of the building known as Lebanon Hall, writing up O/Ws under orders of Wayne Marple. Being just barely twenty-two, I started to freak out. I told my captors I just wanted to go home. I begged them to please just let me leave. But these RPFers just laughed. They told me I had to do the RPF auditing program to get out and the sooner I started it the sooner I'd get out. I tried to explain to them that I didn't want auditing or Scientology at all, that it was not for me, but to no avail. Emotional trauma aside, I decided I had to start doing something to get out and if that something was auditing, then I'd better get started.
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My auditing in Scientology started at the big blue Scientology complex in Los Angeles, the complex that used to be Cedars of Lebanon Hospital before Scientology bought it. . This was back in 1976. At that time I had been in Scientology for less than four months and I didn't like it. So I told a guy named Wayne Marple that I wanted to leave Scientology and the Sea Org. Wayne was a member of the Commodore's Messenger Org, or CMO, which meant it was like talking directly to LRH himself when you talked to Wayne. I was only twenty-two, and I sure didn't know anything about how the CMO or the Sea Org worked.
Now you have to understand that what I didn't know at the time was this: Wayne Marple was in charge of renovating the entire complex of buildings that Scientology had just purchased for cash.

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Your story has a very high cringe factor for me and I'm sorry you had to experience that.

I have to relate this quick story so you will understand why that building, big blue, always gave me the willies when I went to visit Charley.

The first time I visited I entered from the Northeast side. Something about the building just seemed creepy to me. When we left we went out the South entrance. As I was saying goodbye to him I looked up and realized where I was. My mother had cancer and in 1970 I visited her there at that very hospital after her surgery. I was 13. One year later she died there.

I told Charley about it but no one else in Scientology. I just didn't want to go through the drama and the auditing and whatever else they would have put me through to "fix it". God how I hate that building.. Okay, thanks for listening